 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...my joy, my Geneviève ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a paining ; They stood aloof, the scars remaining. Like cliffs which had been rent asunder: listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...my joy, my Geneviève ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a assistance, or to extinguish the desire of fond endearments and te»der officiousnese ; listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she kqew I could not... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 486 páginas
...my joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I played a soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story...song, that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not... | |
 | 1843 - 438 páginas
...anil ah ! The low, the deep, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace And she forgave me that I gazed Too fondly on her face. But when I told the cruel scorn Which crazed... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 páginas
...of her own, My hope ! my joy ! my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da soft and doleful air, I sang...ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting blnsb, With downcast eyes and modest grace, For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her... | |
 | William Chambers, Robert Chambers - 1845 - 788 páginas
...my joy, my Genevieve ! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I playeia soft and doleful air, I sang an old and moving- story...song that suited well That ruin wild and hoary. She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For weir she knew I could not... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1845 - 582 páginas
...! my Geneviève ! She loves me best, whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve. I play'da son and doleful air, I sang an old and moving story — An old rude song, that soiled well That ruin wild and hoary. She listen'd with a flitting Mush, With downcaet eyes and viodest... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 páginas
...and—ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace, And she forgave me, that I gaz'd Too fondly on her face ! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 páginas
...and—ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace, And she forgave me, that I gaz'd Too fondly on her face ! But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 560 páginas
...and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own. She listen'd with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; And she forgave me, that I gazed Too fondly on her face !But when I told the cruel scorn That crazed... | |
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